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Where Babylon 's proud water flows,
We fate and wept, while in us rose
The dear remembrance of thy name,
O fair, O lost Jerusalem!
Our silent harps the willows bore,
Whose branches shade th' extended shore,

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In haughty triumph thus the Foe
Insulting aggravates our woe:
" Come, tune to mirth your sullen tongue;
" Rise, Hebrew slaves, and give the song;
" Such strains as wont your fane to fill
" On captive Sion 's boasted Hill. "

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How shall we yield to the demand?

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Lift your voice, and thankful sing
Praises to your heav'nly King;
For his Blessings far extend,
And his Mercy knows no end.

2.

Be the Lord your only theme,
Who of Gods is God supreme;
For his Blessings, &c.

3.

He to whom All Lords beside
Bow the knee, and vail their pride;
For his Blessings, &c.

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Who asserts his just Command
By the Wonders of his hand;

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Ye faithful Servants of your God,
To him be all your thanks bestow'd;
Through Times extended course, his fame
In songs of highest praise proclaim:

2.

Ye who, on his behests intent,
The Courts of Israel 's Lord frequent,
And pleas'd, within his hallow'd gate,
In regular succession wait:

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Him praise, the everlasting King,
And Mercy's unexhausted spring;
Haste, to his Name your voices rear;
What Name like his the heart can chear?

4.

1.

Ye Servants of th' eternal King,
Your grateful hymns triumphant sing:
To You I call, the chosen Band,
Who take amid his Courts your stand,
While, gliding round the dusky pole,
The starry Orbs in silence roll.

2.

Within his Temple's vaulted frame,
With lifted hands, his praise proclaim:
And He, may He, whose pow'r has made
The Earth, and Heav'n's wide arch display'd,
From sacred Sion bid thee prove
The Blessings of his boundless Love.

1.

How blest the sight, the joy how sweet,
When Brothers join'd with Brothers meet
In bands of mutual Love!
Less sweet the liquid fragrance, shed:
On Aaron 's consecrated head,
Ran trickling from above,

2.

And reach'd his beard, and reach'd his vest:
Less sweet the Dews on Hermon 's breast
Or Sion 's Hill descend:
That Hill has God with Blessings crown'd,
There promis'd Grace that knows no bound,

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Great Ruler of this earthly Ball,
Thy David to thy thought recall;
O hear my voice; All-potent Sire,
Nor distant from the pray'r retire.

2.

O think what pangs his bosom tore,
When to his God the Oath he swore,
And thus, with various pressures bow'd,
To Jacob 's Lord a Mansion vow'd.

3.

Be Witness, if my floor I tread,
Be Witness, if my couch I spread,
If sleep these weary orbs shall seal,
Or slumber o'er mine eyelids steal, —

4.

1.

Thine eyes, my God, nor lofty mind
Nor haughty look in me shall find,
Nor Earth's vain pomp attracts my view,
Nor Honour's prize my thoughts pursue.

2.

Behold me of affections mild,
Behold me humble as the Child,
That meek and silent sinks to rest,
Wean'd from the tender Parent's breast.

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O, fonder than that Parent, see
Thy Maker, Israel , cherish Thee:
To latest times on Him depend,
Thy Guide, thy Guardian, and thy Friend.

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To Thee from out the Deeps I pray,
With heaviest woes oppress'd:
Lord, let thine ears attentive weigh
The voice of my request.

2.

If from the Sons of human birth
Thy wrath its debt demand,
O who, throughout the peopled earth,
Beneath that wrath shall stand?

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But Sin's worst wounds thy Mercy heals:
As down its pow'rs descend,

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Oft from my youth, may Israel say,
Oft from my youth, in close array
Against me rang'd, the hostile train
My ruin sought, but sought in vain.

2.

My back with stripes the ploughers tore;
The lengthen'd furrows stream'd with gore;
But Thou, just God, hast burst their bands,
And sav'd me from their ruthless hands.

3.

Back let them fly in wild retreat,
Whose rage fair Sion 's hallow'd seat
Pursues: Let shame their guilt repay;

1.

How blest the Souls, their God who fear,
His Pow'r confess, his Law revere!
Who stedfast walk th' all perfect way,
Nor lost in paths of folly stray.

2.

O happy Thou! ordained to share
Thy Maker's ever constant care;
Thou privileg'd from want shalt stand,
And eat the labour of thy hand.

3.

The Object of thy wedded Love
Prolific as the Vine shall prove,
Whose foliage o'er thy walls display'd
Spreads wide its amicable shade:

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